Here Goes Nothing

[Verse 1] First of all, shouts to Dane Diamond, we made it We had this coming for years, Happy Belated Our shoes unbuckled, our hands untied, we complete the puzzle I'm drunk as fuck and I'm hella faded and I feel amazing Ron T's the hottest topic in your barber shop Bitches fix themselves when they see me I'm a fuckin photo op I transform like Walter White to Heisenberg I swear to God this ain't my nicest work! [Hook] I put it on Running tracks until my ankles hurt But I swear to God this ain't my nicest work So watch me work Yo! [Verse 2] Leather finish, white and grey suede Christian Diors Rolex watches, look but don't touch nigga this ain't yours Blood, sweat, tears Soul and passion, nigga imagine Every drop's a masterpiece that you niggas cannot afford I got 3 bars on my chest That's FREEDOM until death I keep my circle small Cause Lord knows there ain't much real niggas left And for the right who left like manga pages Who could blame them? Cause when the dreams are gone its only real niggas who make it Why the fuck Ron T be killing on the intro? Cause my competition keep making this shit so fucking simple They say Ron T isn't playing fair Cause everything's all ups no downs like There's no roller coaster here Ego big like Rihanna's head BITCH! Ron T's always here spittin' shit 50% ignorant The other half's not innocent So which is it? Am I magnificent? Because I don't carry no flaws? The A&Rs make it hard for me to keep my job Big Dreams And TV Screens? This is my means to make it out FINNA BE FREE But first let me take a selfie before the interview And make a new beginning as the rapper that you paid to view BITCH From shady living to a life that's oh so lavish Now spending's just a habit I'm glad I have it...